The Friday after Thanksgiving, 1991…
Kimberly McComb invited most of the girls from the 9th grade basketball team to my surprise birthday party. This was the night when Shannon Winter, Carrie Ross and I became good friends.
I would have to say the most memorable event of the party was our trip down to the Jones’s house. Well, actually our three trips to the Jones’s house. The first time we used the excuse that we wanted to know what we got on the chapter four algebra test, since Mr. Jones was our math teacher. Only about five or six of us from the party actually went. When his son, Kevin, who was two years ahead of us, opened the door, I guess you could say he was a little surprised. We all giggled and asked if Mr. Jones was there, so Kevin invited us in.
The Jones’s live in Lisa Fink’s old house, but when I walked in, I could hardly recognize it. They redid everything.
We stood and talked for a couple of minutes and left. We came back a second time to tell Kevin’s friend and basketball teammate, Dave Farley, that Kimberly was kidding when she said Rebecca Richards liked him during our first trip. We came back a third time and gave Mr. Jones, his son, Kevin, and Kevin’s two friends, Dave and Justin, the remainder of my birthday cookie cake. What we neglected to tell them was that we accidentally dropped it in the entrance of Kimberly’s house on the way over.
While Mr. Jones, his son, Kevin Jones, and Kevin’s friends (and varsity basketball teammates) Dave Farley and Justin James ate my cake, the five of us bit our lips and exchanged glasses.
That Monday, after basketball practice, Mr. Jones called me over and said, “Rumor has it, Jen Black, that you dropped the cake before you gave it to me.”
I took a step back and said, “I didn’t drop it, Kimberly McComb did.”